Whatever, Blaze said, her tone making her meaning perfectly clear.
She pushed past Ronnie, jostling her as she headed toward the door. Ronnie watched her go, unsure whether she was hurt or angry at the way Blaze had just acted before deciding it was a bit of both. Through the window, she saw Blaze storm off.
So much for trying to make things better.
Ronnie wasnt sure what to do next: She didnt want to go to the beach, but she didnt want to go home, either. She didnt have access to a car, and she knew absolutely no one. Which meant what? Maybe shed end up spending the summer on some bench where shed feed the pigeons like some of the weirder denizens of Central Park. Maybe shed end up naming them
At the exit, her thoughts were brought to a halt by the sudden blaring of an alarm, and she glanced over her shoulder, first in curiosity and then in confusion as she realized what was happening. There was only one way in and out of the store.
The next thing she knew, the ponytailed man was rushing toward her.
She didnt try to run because she knew shed done nothing wrong; when the ponytailed man asked for her bag, she saw no reason not to give it to him. Obviously, a mistake had been made, and it wasnt until the man removed two CDs and half a dozen of the signed 45s from her tote bag that she realized shed been right about Blaze expecting Ronnie to find her. The CDs were the ones that Blaze had been holding, and Blaze had taken down the 45s from the wall. In shock, she began to understand that Blaze had planned it all along.
Suddenly dizzy, she barely heard the manager tell her that the police were already on their way.
11Steve
After buying the materials he needed, primarily two-by-fours and sheets of plywood, Steve and Jonah spent the morning closing off the alcove. It wasnt prettyhis father would have been mortifiedbut Steve thought it would do. He knew the cottage would eventually be demolished; if anything, the land was worth more without it. The bungalow was flanked by three-story minimansions, and Steve was certain those neighbors considered the place an eyesore that depressed their own property values.
Steve hammered in a nail, hung the photograph of Ronnie and Jonah hed removed from the alcove, and took a step back to examine his handiwork.
What do you think? he asked Jonah.
Jonah wrinkled his nose. It looks like we built an ugly plywood wall and hung a picture on it. And you cant play the piano anymore, either.
I know.
Jonah tilted his head from side to side. I think its crooked, too. It kind of bends in and out.
I dont see anything.
You need glasses, Dad. And I still dont see why you wanted to put it up in the first place.
Ronnie said she didnt want to see the piano.
So?
Theres no place to hide the piano, so I put a wall up instead. Now she doesnt have to see it.
Oh, Jonah said, thinking. You know, I really dont like having to do homework. In fact, I dont even like to see it piled on my desk.
Its summer. You dont have any homework.
Im just saying that maybe I should build a wall around the desk in my room.
Steve suppressed a laugh. You might have to talk to your mom about that.
Or you could.
Steve gave in to a chuckle. You hungry yet?
You said we were going to go kite flying.
We will. I just want to know if you want lunch.
I think Id rather have some ice cream.
I dont think so.
A cookie? Jonah sounded hopeful.
How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
Okay. But then were going to fly the kite, right?
Yes.
All afternoon?
As long as you want.
Okay. Ill have a sandwich. But you have to have one, too.
Steve smiled, putting his arm on Jonahs shoulder. Deal. They headed toward the kitchen.
You know, the living room is a whole lot smaller now, Jonah observed.
I know.
And the wall is crooked.
I know.
And it doesnt match the other walls.
Whats your point?
Jonahs face was serious. I just want to make sure youre not going crazy.
It was perfect kite-flying weather. Steve sat on a dune two houses down from his own, watching the kite zigzag across the sky. Jonah, full of energy as usual, ran up and down the beach. Steve watched him with pride, amazed to recall that when hed done the same thing as a child, neither of his parents had ever joined him.
They werent bad people. He knew that. They never abused him, he never went hungry, they never argued in his presence. He visited the dentist and doctor once or twice a year, there was always plenty to eat, and he always had a jacket on cold winter mornings and a nickel in his pocket so he could buy milk at school. But if his father was stoic, his mother wasnt all that different, and he supposed that was the reason theyd stayed married as long as they had. She was originally from Romania; his father had met her while stationed in Germany. She spoke little English when they were married and never questioned the culture in which shed been raised. She cooked and cleaned and washed the clothes; in the afternoons, she worked part-time as a seamstress. By the end of her life, shed learned passable English, enough to navigate the bank and grocery store, but even then her accent was heavy enough that it was sometimes difficult for others to understand her.
She was also a devout Catholic, something of an oddity in Wilmington at the time. She went to services every day and prayed the rosary in the evenings, and though Steve appreciated the tradition and ceremony of mass on Sundays, the priest always struck him as a man who was both cold and arrogant, more interested in church rules than what might be best for his flock.
Sometimesmany times, actuallySteve wondered how his life would have turned out had he not heard the music coming from the First Baptist Church when he was eight years old.
Forty years later, the details were fuzzy. He vaguely remembered walking in one afternoon and hearing Pastor Harris at the piano. He knew the pastor must have made him feel welcome, since he obviously went back again, and Pastor Harris eventually became his first piano teacher.
In time, he began to attendand then later ditchthe Bible study the church offered. In many ways, the Baptist church became his second home and Pastor Harris became his second father.
He remembered his mother wasnt happy about it. When upset, she would mutter in Romanian, and for years, whenever he left for the church, he would hear unintelligible words and phrases while she made the sign of the cross and forced him to wear a scapular. In her mind, having a Baptist pastor teach him the piano was akin to playing hopscotch with the devil.
But she didnt stop him, and that was enough. It didnt matter to him that she didnt attend meetings with his teachers, or that she never read to him, or that no one ever invited his family to neighborhood barbecues or parties. What mattered was that she allowed him not only to find his passion, but to pursue it, even if she distrusted the reason. And that somehow she kept his father, who ridiculed the idea of earning a living through music, from stopping it as well. And for this, he would always love her.
Jonah continued to jog back and forth, though the kite didnt require it. Steve knew the breeze was strong enough to hold it aloft unaided. He could see the outline of a Batman symbol silhouetted between two dark cumulous clouds, the kind that suggested rain was coming.
Although the summer storm wouldnt last longmaybe an hour before the sky cleared again
Steve rose to tell Jonah that it might be a good time to call it a day. He took only a few steps before he noticed a series of faint lines in the sand that led to the dune behind his house, tracks hed seen more than a dozen times when he was growing up. He smiled.
Hey, Jonah! he called out, following the tracks. Come here! Theres something I think you should see!
Jonah jogged toward him, the kite tugging at his arm. What is it?
Steve made his way down the dune to a spot where it merged with the beach itself. Only a few eggs were visible a couple of inches below the surface when Jonah reached his side.
Whatcha got? Jonah asked.
Its a loggerhead nest, Steve answered. But dont get too close. And dont touch. You dont want to disturb it.
Jonah leaned closer, still holding the kite.
Whats a loggerhead? he panted, struggling to control the kite.
Steve reached for a piece of driftwood and began etching a large circle around the nest. Its a sea turtle. An endangered one. They come ashore at night to lay their eggs.
Behind our house?
This is one of the places sea turtles lay their eggs. But the main thing you should know is that theyre endangered. Do you know what that means?
It means theyre dying, Jonah answered. I watch Animal Planet, you know.
Steve completed the circle and tossed aside the piece of driftwood. As he stood, he felt a flash of pain but ignored it. Not exactly. It means that if we dont try to help them and were not careful, the species might become extinct.
Like the dinosaurs?
Steve was about to answer when he heard the phone in the kitchen begin to ring. Hed left the back door open to catch any stray breezes, and he alternately walked and jogged through the sand until hed reached the back porch. He was breathing hard when he answered the phone.
Dad? he heard on the other end.
Ronnie?
I need you to pick me up. Im at the police station.
Steve reached up to rub the bridge of his nose. Okay, he said. Ill be right down.
Pete Johnson, the officer, told him what had happened, but he knew Ronnie wasnt ready to talk about it yet. Jonah, however, didnt seem to care.
Mom is going to be mad, Jonah remarked.
Steve saw Ronnies jaw clench.
I didnt do it, she started.
Then who did?
I dont want to talk about it, she said. She crossed her arms and leaned against the car door.
Moms not going to like it.
I didnt do it! Ronnie repeated, swiveling toward Jonah. And I dont want you to tell her that I did. She made sure he understood she was serious before turning to face her father.
I didnt do it, Dad, she repeated. I swear to God I didnt. You have to believe me.
He heard the desperation in her tone but couldnt help remembering Kims despair when theyd talked about Ronnies history. He thought about the way shed acted since shed been here and considered the kinds of people shed chosen to befriend.
Sighing, he felt what little energy he had left dissipate. Ahead, the sun was a hot and furious orange ball, and more than anything, he knew his daughter needed the truth.
I believe you, he said.
By the time they got home, dusk was setting in. Steve went outside to check on the turtle nest. It was one of those gorgeous evenings typical of the Carolinasa soft breeze, the sky a quilt of a thousand different colorsand just offshore, a pod of dolphins played beyond the break point.
They passed by the house twice a day, and he reminded himself to tell Jonah to watch for them.
No doubt hed want to swim out to see if he could get close enough to touch them; Steve used to try the same thing when he was young, but never once had he been successful.
He dreaded having to call Kim and tell her what happened. Putting it off, he took a seat on the dune beside the nest, staring at what was left of the turtle tracks. Between the wind and the crowds, most of them had been erased entirely. Aside from a small indentation at the spot where the dune met the beach, the nest was practically invisible, and the couple of eggs he could see resembled pale, smooth rocks.
A piece of Styrofoam had blown onto the sand, and as he leaned over to pick it up, he noticed Ronnie approaching. She was walking slowly, her arms crossed, head bowed so that her hair hid most of her face. She stopped a few feet away.
Are you mad at me? she asked.
It was the first time since shed been here that shed spoken to him without a hint of anger or frustration.
No, he said. Not at all.
Then what are you doing out here?
He pointed toward the nest. A loggerhead turtle laid her eggs last night. Have you ever seen one?
Ronnie shook her head, and Steve went on. Theyre beautiful creatures. Theyve got this reddish-brown shell, and they can weigh up to eight hundred pounds. North Carolina is one of the few places they nest. But anyway, theyre endangered. I think only one out of a thousand live to maturity, and I dont want the raccoons to get the nest before they hatch.
How would the raccoons even know that a nest is here?
When a female loggerhead lays her eggs, she urinates. The raccoons can smell it, and theyll eat every single one of the eggs. When I was young, I found a nest on the other side of the pier. One day everything was fine, and the next day all the shells had been broken open. It was sad.
I saw a raccoon on our porch the other day.
I know. Its been getting into the garbage. And as soon as I go in, Im going to leave a message with the aquarium. Hopefully, theyll send someone by tomorrow with a special cage thatll keep the critters out.
What about tonight?
I guess were going to have to have faith.
Ronnie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Dad? Can I ask you something?
Anything.
Why did you say you believed me?
In profile, he could see both the young woman she was becoming and the little girl he remembered.
Because I trust you.